Whenever I was away from home on trips or holidays I was still able to masturbate regularly, sometimes missing an odd day, but the opportunities were almost always there with ample free time or I’d have my own room or tent.
That is, except for one frustrating school geography trip.
When I was 15 my geography exam class went away on a nine-day field trip, staying in bed & breakfast accommodation in a small town and everyone sharing rooms. I was partnered with a friend, but not someone that I’d had intimate conversation with, so not able to openly do anything whilst we were alone. The programme for the week was very busy, offering little in the way of personal time and having lessons well into the evening.
By the Tuesday (day four of the course) I needed release, so back in the room after the evening lessons I gently brought up the subject with my room-mate, to discover he was in the same state as me and seemed relieved that we were talking about it, so we just stripped off, lay on our respective beds and went at it. For the rest of the week we openly masturbated in our room whenever the feeling hit (which turned out to be two or three times a day!), accepting we needed the release and it was something we normally did, so why should this trip be any different. Towards the end we began to talk about it and swapped techniques and ideas for doing different things.
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